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Have you ever wondered what it may be like to one day be told your child can not hear you?...They can not hear you tell them you love them. They have not heard you sing them lullabyes into the wee hours of the night. They have not heard all of the times you rocked them to sleep and talked to them... Telling them all the hopes and dreams you have for them. Hearing loss, deafness, does not define my child, however it does shape the way we needed to adapt to our new reality.
Parenting children in general is an experience with challenges unique to each of us. Parenting single also ranks into something difficult to describe or relate to unless you have experienced such. But, learning how to be strong for our children is universal.
My child and I have a journey set forth that we have began to embrace. One that has led us into the lives of amazing and supportive providers, new friends and cheerleaders. There are times I wish I could describe what all of this feels like, however words really aren't possible in expressing. If you have experienced this, I am certain our eyes could meet and we would immediately share our story by a simple glance, without a single word spoken.
That is power in itself.
Here we unite.
My hope is to build this site as my daughter and I grow along this journey. Something we can look back upon and read together and a place to hold knowledge, wisdom, thoughts and memories. A place to give and receive advice and feedback.
To connect with other moms and families and to share in the value of knowing we are not alone. To share the resources we learn along the way.
To share a good laugh and to share in conversation with all parents about the realities of being parents. There isn't a handbook, however I am fairly certain, with our heads together we can create a pretty darn good guide. So, join us and we will join you.

“…On the night you were born, the moon smiled with such wonder that the stars peeked in to see you; And the night wind whispered, “Life will never be the same…” – Nancy Tillman

As I begin to write, my mind, like untouched snow reflecting off the sun, has brightly begun dancing volumes. Although much different than tap and ballet in childhood, this type of groove feels more like sorting through a variation of the Waltz. Spin, turn, weave, whisk and chasse. A single pair linked closely, creating waltzing waves kissing a tumultuous shore.

Picture that with a Kodak.

Ten with twenty.

That’s how many years have passed and grays I now have since the compelling desire to draft a self-help memoir such as this. There may very well be “Chapter Ones” filed…

9/20/2018 Following Initial Activation. Valentina passed this painting many times. Today, she stopped, noticed the I Love You sign and seemed to want to hold hands... touched my heart. Seventeen Months. Seventeen months ago, if you had asked me to celebrate your child's "Hearing Birthday", I may have looked at you with confused eyes and... Continue Reading →

My Sweet Valentina, Tonight I sit in reflection. Three Hundred Sixty Three. 363 Days tonight ago I remember so vividly having a hurricane exploding inside of me. Two days prior to Cochlear Implant Surgery. Tomorrow, a day before, we enjoyed a lovely journey at the beach. ...a whirlwind of emotions, that led to and paved... Continue Reading →

Maps. Remember those? Pictures on paper laying out the route towards a destination. Canada and I once became acquainted that way. A sense of accomplishment in the use of a map. Now, options. Are more options equitable to better? A personalized option to select the gender and accent of whom can mechanically verbalize your wrong... Continue Reading →

Darkness engulfs the day as a breath is taken. Bittersweet is your time to rest. Often pondering a checklist; those I create each day with ease for patience.As I reach for your backpack,A familiar aroma of sour milk grasping ahold Do backpacks come with instructions?A village they say, to raise children. To clean backpacks.Parenting a child... Continue Reading →

Nine Among Thousands. Thousands of quotes stored within my longterm memory banks. Nine specifically selected to decorate the Journal I started for Valentina in 2017. Two. Two years of saying I would begin such a piece of art, for I believe journals are not simply words slapped haphazardly onto paper. Writing from the heart transforms... Continue Reading →

THROUGH ROSE COLORED GLASSES AND BIONIC EARS 1 of 4 S.S.Palazzo 6-12-18 PROLOGUE Sixty One Days. “...On the night you were born, the moon smiled with such wonder that the stars peeked in to see you; And the night wind whispered, “Life will never be the same…” - Nancy Tillman As I begin to write,... Continue Reading →

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Have you ever wondered what it may be like to one day be told your child can not hear you?...They can not hear you tell them you love them. They have not heard you sing them lullabyes into the wee hours of the night. They have not heard all of the times you rocked them to sleep and talked to them... Telling them all the hopes and dreams you have for them. Hearing loss, deafness, does not define my child, however it does shape the way we needed to adapt to our new reality.
Parenting children in general is an experience with challenges unique to each of us. Parenting single also ranks into something difficult to describe or relate to unless you have experienced such. But, learning how to be strong for our children is universal.
My child and I have a journey set forth that we have began to embrace. One that has led us into the lives of amazing and supportive providers, new friends and cheerleaders. There are times I wish I could describe what all of this feels like, however words really aren't possible in expressing. If you have experienced this, I am certain our eyes could meet and we would immediately share our story by a simple glance, without a single word spoken.
That is power in itself.
Here we unite.
My hope is to build this site as my daughter and I grow along this journey. Something we can look back upon and read together and a place to hold knowledge, wisdom, thoughts and memories. A place to give and receive advice and feedback.
To connect with other moms and families and to share in the value of knowing we are not alone. To share the resources we learn along the way.
To share a good laugh and to share in conversation with all parents about the realities of being parents. There isn't a handbook, however I am fairly certain, with our heads together we can create a pretty darn good guide. So, join us and we will join you.